Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A

The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old Age A Soft Bark; There Are Some Such Men.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

With Hat In Hand, One Gets On In The World.

Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A Good Mother.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.